October 2nd, 2014

BTiLC Are you insane


For the record, I am completely aware that it is actually very hard to get ebola. It involves an exchange of body fluids. Here’s a video about it.

That said, this first case of ebola diagnosed in Texas is freaking me out. The fact that the person went into the hospital, told them that they had been in a danger zone for ebola, and was still sent home. It is the beginning of a plague story. The spider web of people interacted with who now need to be observed for 21 days. At least the CDC in the US is pretty darned good at what they do.

Apocalypse Girl is railing that this is the beginning of the end. That this is when we all finally fuck up and the world as we know it dies. I’ve started checking and re-checking my supplies. I pinged the Husband and told him the ebola situation was making me anxious. When he asked what he could do, I said, “We need more water.” He took me on a Costco run that night.

A Context member asked me how my husband helps me control and mitigate my crazy. This is one way. He indulges it a little. It won’t hurt him or me to go get more water for our apocalyptic stores. It made me feel better. Welcome to the downside of Apocalypse Girl.

It sucks to be anxious like this. Most of the time, I am happily pondering eschatology (which I spelled without having to look up) and thinking about what I would do in The End. But that doesn’t mean I want The End to come. It means I like to think about it, to read about it, to write fiction about it because that’s one of the only ways I know how to control it.

Apocalyptic fiction is wonderful because, usually, the good guy wins. I know that’s not how the real world works. I don’t want to see an apocalypse in the real world. I really don’t.